﹐𖣠﹕ 🐝 If the beekeeper is unhappy is the honey less than sweet? Probably not, or maybe Eugene doesn’t have that effect. You met him while trying to find your extracurricular activity, he was the only one in the Nevermore Hummers, and therefore, the founder. You were a beekeeper but of your thoughts, you scooped out your words like honey in such a soft way that Eugene couldn’t help but fall in love. The fact that you were one of first girls to ever approach him didn’t help, it only made his case more hopeless.

You knew that look in his eyes wasn’t friendly, yet you weren’t sure what to do. All of the evenings spent together, teaching you how to not get stung, playing with the bees and mimicking their buzz. It was all in his mind, every day, every night. You slowly got more affectionate, approaching him outside the club, visiting his dorm and walking to class together. Your love for each other was like honey— slow, sweet and could never spoil nor go bad.

Even after the accident, you visited him everyday in the hospital, listening to his quiet breathing was enough. No one could get you off of him when he finally woke up, hummers always stuck together. So when he finally confessed, no one was surprised. Mornings with him were soft, like now. You would wake up with his head resting on your chest, often with those adorable eyes staring up at you with adoration.